Imagine

Imagine,
one tablet taken will make
you able to imagine the
universe without intervention
of definitions or strictures of
sectional belief, take one
and you are liberated from
structured reason, released
from sanctioned meaning, floating
free where you can see all points of
view equally.

However,
if you have a dread of falling you must
be brave, the pill cannot replace
dimensions of a worldly gravity; you’ll
fear the tinctured pull of that attraction,
compaction of your weight still lords its
call to commonsense in making up and
down. So you’re still bound to two dimensions
at the very least. Gravity is just another thief,
a crude impediment to freedoms you might
seek. But gravity won’t go away.

Can you avoid the tenements of crowded
thought, ready for the freedom? Can you step
away from pathways to embrasures from where
you’ve always fired your shots, did not expose
your face, to an open place not protecting or
effacing your identity? Are you swayed by
powerful views, or news from trenchant
sources making claims of stilted commentary?

Imagine you could step away from that and take
a tenured seat, perhaps in parliament. You could
debate the issues making faces red, rise above
the dreaded party line, earn applause no matter
what the cause because you’re free of fixed opinion.

There is a price to pay my friend. You would be dead;
you’d have to be reborn again without the trappings
of a mother land, a language or a coloured skin, no
sense of God or a religion. And then, perhaps,
you wouldn’t want to play the game.
© I.D. Carswell 2006